Mistletoe Masquerade

A kiss under the mistletoe at a holiday masquerade party leads to the hottest--and riskiest--encounter of Megan's life. But one taste of her sexy mystery man wasn't enough, and fortunately, his mask wasn't as effective a disguise as he thought it was...

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I ran my fingers over my mask, making certain that it was snugly in place. Then I tried to dodge around the couple currently under the mistletoe, thinking that they were so busy tangling tongues and running their hands over each other that no one would notice my entrance.

I was wrong.

Someone shouted for the pair to separate. Another voice made the typical and far-too common joke about them needing to get a room.

Then a man I didn’t know took me by the arm and led me back under the mistletoe.

Left me there.

This was exactly what I had been hoping to avoid. Being placed on the spot and showing everyone at the party just how, no matter what I wore or how my mask hid my face, no one would want to kiss me.

Then the crowd parted and a man stepped forward. He wasn’t wearing a tux, like many of the men had chosen to do, but a very finely tailored suit with a crisp black jacket and a blue shirt that reflected the almost too-intense shade of his blue eyes.

I suspected those were colored contacts.

I knew just about everyone in the company on sight, and no one had that color. And besides, it was too jewel-like to be natural.

Even though I thought his eyes were fake, there was something about the way he moved that made me wet. I had to press my thighs together so that my juices wouldn’t slide down my thighs, since I wasn’t wearing panties, and struggled to control my breathing, which was coming in heavy pants.

I more than half-expected him to pass me by. Maybe he was looking for the bar or maybe the restroom.

Then he stopped less than an arms’ length away. Studying me with an intensity that made me squirm, and not because of discomfort.

Well, not entirely.

I wasn’t certain that I was so comfortable with the way that I was reacting to this man. I’d never had such a strong and immediate sort of arousal before.

He tilted his head back to look at the mistletoe, then back down at me.

Without a word, he closed the distance between us and covered my mouth with his.

This was not the kiss of a stranger. It was hot and possessive and he took control of my mouth as if he could claim me right then and there. His tongue thrusting and exploring between my lips.

It was almost… primitive.

I moaned against his lips, feeling like I was melting into him. He was so solid.

So hard.

And so was his cock.